I’m sitting here this morning watching the flag on the deck wave in the wind. There is something about seeing your country’s flag wave that just makes you feel good.
It’s March on Hatteras Island. March means wind. In March, our beach house shakes… literally.
Our house is on 11 foot pilings. A lot of the houses on the island are, because of the possibility of flooding. This time of year, the wind blows so hard that it causes the house to shake.
It’s always amusing when this happens and we have first time visitors. They start to look a little worried. Even though we explain the house is build to sway in the wind, they still look a little unsure when it happens until they get used to it.
On the east coast of the United States, March is considered one of the best months for flying a kite, because of the wind. Except on the island. Try flying a kite here in March and you’ll most likely lose it in the wind.
March on the island means you never know where your empty trash can might be after the garbage truck leaves. The wind will catch it and blow in down the road.
March wind means empty beaches. It’s hard to struggle against the wind and blowing sand. It’s hard to breath and impossible to stay warm.
March wind on the island means wearing sweats instead of jeans because sweats block the wind so much more.
March wind on the island can wake you at night, whistling through the trees and causing branches to tap on your windows.
March wind also makes the shadows of these same trees dance on the bedroom walls.
March wind on the island is cold, ruthless, and exciting. I wouldn’t have in any other way.